Sunday, September 24, 2017

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Why all this commotion about nothing much? I thought that I had cancelled Kathy's Vedic Horror Show in which I was to be sold off as a Temple whatchamacallit, unfit to socialize on a level with very wealthy daughters of the virtuous Italian nobility, but perhaps you did not get the message. Actually, that never happened. That was a figment of someone's very sick imagination, whether Kathy's or other persons' I am not sure, and not explained in so many words that I would have an opportunity to directly confront and rebuke this misapprehension and misunderstanding. There were bits of that strewn about. I find this type of humor completely unacceptable and inexplicable, but as it comes directly from my own government, way over my head, I am myself powerless as to what remedy I could ever expect to get in regards to this completely stupid fictional scenario concocted by whatever nasty wicked Italian people. Just ignoring them and thus hoping that they will disappear and not bother me later does not seem to be working.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

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Yes, that is a good point. I really do need to own my personal explanation of mountain landscapes entirely apart and separate from the idiotic babblings that sometimes emanate from the Bueno/Hoskins camp, dominated as it is by Chilean extremists. In future, I would prefer to wash my hands and steer clear of that icky mess, needless to say.

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So while we must respect the national authorities and submit to our own governments whenever applicable, and not be jealous of the diplomatic corps July 4 parties because anyway nobody invited us and we have our own things to do anyway, we also must honor the sacrifice of the Christian martyrs of every nation, such as, for example, Paul Bettex, who, although his name appears as a Pentecostal missionary in the U.S. archives, was actually originally from Switzerland and went to China via Chile/Argentina. So that is interesting.

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Coincidentally, there is in the archives of the Assemblies of God a photograph of Paul Bettex in about 1900 in Argentina wearing what appears to be a soldier's uniform. Is that really the same Paul Bettex who was originally from Switzerland and later went to China, sailing from Chile, as a Pentecostal missionary and married Nellie there in China but died a martyr's death at an early age? How could that happen? Those were different times, certainly. I can't pretend to understand what those people were thinking.

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Yes, it does blur the picture to see all my information draining to Chile, when these people are so apt to jump to unwarranted conclusions, and thus they might easily think that I had something to do with that when actually refer them to the Bueno, especially now that I can better see that picture, I can now more easily refer all matters of Chilean politics to the Bueno family because, anyway, I don't really know anything about that. It was always their problem. To me, it was just a mountain hike. I was just talking about the beautiful mountain scenery.

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Besides which, even if I do win, I will still lose because, anyway, you will refuse to admit the truth, refuse to admit the facts, and then ultimately you will refuse to pay up. So why should I bother to look further into this matter? What are these stupid people babbling about anyway? The stupid Butterskunk cousins were fired long ago so there is nothing that I would really need to discuss with them. Grandma had a more accurate idea of the Italian menace, is the way I remember that.

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The question remains, how can I teach the proper spelling of 'check' and/or 'paycheck'? That is the only thing that I care to know more about.

I once read a novel by Marcia Davenport in which a Czech violinist figured as one of the characters, but that was a trivial fact of no consequence. I never had any illusion regarding the reality of this piece of fiction, a novel read one day and forgotten the next. Besides which, I have every free speech right to express my disdain of catty Heather and her crew of bumbling idiots (sad that so much power and money wasted on these worthless people), not that the thought had crossed my mind. But if you are asking for war, fine. Ultimately, I will win the war and you will pay for this. The sooner you pay up the better for me. But of course you have the power and money to mangle the results. You would rather delay the inevitable and extend your guilt to areas not contemplated by me rather than to fix the rather small original problem because, anyway, you are such a nuisance. You just don't care so why am I wasting my time on this useless and futile exertion of energies? You are too stupid to even get that you lost. Even if you lose you still win, sort of, so why should I stick my neck out only to get trampled by a mob rule?